Yes, I'm interrupted

As you stand there in your dimly-lit apartment, distracted by your vanity, you suddenly sense that you're not alone. You spin around ... and there's someone sitting in your armchair! You can't see who it is, since the room is not well-lit.

You put your hand to your waist, to feel if ... that's right, you took your power belt off. You take a step backward, closer to the hallway table where you placed the magical girdle. You're not sure what's going to happen here, so you want to be able to quickly grab the belt and strap it around your belly.